Tietra

For Kellach, I hope everything works out for you and your mom.

These are all quite beautiful I can't imagine the time and effort it took to get these done! Good job all around for everyone!!

I love your art! These are beautiful! Keep it up I look forward to see what else you are going to do!

*bows to Acesahn* Of course it is your thread, I thought perhaps you may...ah....have the same question and since you are ruler of this thread I was trying to save you a bit of typing by asking a question so you did not have to. Does that sound believable? If not I can come up with something else!!!

While it says this, I've yet to see a transfer to Balmung rejected. I have a character on Ifrit that was made back on 2.0 launch that I never use. Mogstation let me go through all the steps to transfer him to Balmung just now, which I cancelled on payment options. Huh, Thank you!!! I probably should have tried that. But in that you get to be the Hero of the day, thank you I'm off now to make an alt!!

IC Iso is a healer, I'm torn on what to use although I'm currently using White Mage for it -- but that is likely to change once I get Astro leveled. I'll probably use that, and perhaps use it IC as well, still debating that! Most of my girls IC'ly are healers so...its about the same answer for any and all girls I would play. But also OOC'ly I do love to level so I have a few classes leveled on one girl or another.

For me personally, I love walk ups. I love getting them and I love doing them. But saying that I must also add that it takes me a bit to get up the courage to actually do the walk up. I plan my emote, I have to convince myself it is ok to do it, and I may not be ignored, or laughed at. (yes that is a fear don't ask I don't know) I spend a few minutes doing this - and more often then not the person that I was going to approach has already wandered off, or had another person approach (planned or not) then I'm left to slowly turn around and walk off (of course trying to convince myself it didn't look funny at all -- me creeping on some poor person targeting them then turning around and running off with my tail between my legs). So long story short - I suck at walk ups. Although I do try!

If I may... I know people are saying they can get onto Balmung with a server transfer, which this sounds like a good idea but I am left to question I went onto the server transfer page and I found something that does leave a few questions. I found something that said ・Characters cannot be transferred to Worlds with restrictions on character creation. Which leaves how can they be transferred to Balmung? If its closed and such things? Perhaps I am wrong and reading it wrong or just not understanding. I'm willing to pay for a transfer for a few alts but I'm curious if it would work.

Its beautiful!!! Thank you thank you! May come back again when I get her to 50 and get my gear I want her in. Lovely work!

For K'Lyhhia I still am debating about her voice. But for Tietra, I seem to know exactly. Her voice is simply: 3WXfan_kBBw Not Emma Stone personality just the voice itself. I'll update when I get one for Lyhhia.

Hello, I'd love to get on the waiting list. I'll PM you details.

I personally enjoy the new levels - but then I'm odd in the fact that I actually -ENJOY- leveling and exploring and such. Otherwise still quite looking forward to all of this!!!

Tietra vanished for several days, leaving the city and hiding away on some hill top. She covered her tracks, she had done everything her training and told her to do. There was no one that should have been able to find her, it was how she wanted it. The young woman remaining there, watching the sun and the moon, the purple haze as it floated over the area only to vanish once more. What was she doing? She should have left well enough alone, he didn't care about her, she shouldn't care...not that she did care...about him. It took her several days to convince herself this, him, changed nothing. It changed nothing, it would change nothing, he was nothing. Finally on the following day she made her way back to the city and to the tavern. She needed one good, stiff, very stiff drink. Then she would get back on track, get back to doing what she had come here to do - make coin. After a stiff drink. Pushing the door open and taking a deep breath, the familiar smells assaulting her nose. Men and women that hadn't bathed in who knows how long, the stench of alcohol and smoke. The noise, and the stories. Smirking her to herself as she moved off to a open table, far from the corner, and far from the shadows. He was not going to control her life, he was not going to force her to seek sanctuary in the shadows. She was here, and she didn't care that he was - although she did honestly believe he would have left by now. Giving her order to the waitress, and kicking her booted feet up to the table she relaxed. Tietra pulled a small knife from her waist band, and started to clean her nails with it as she half listened to the stories of the group at the table beside her. Adventures and their stories - always good for a laugh.

Tietra had joined many of the Doma survivors as they traveled to Mor Dhona, seeking refuge there. At first it was hard, being turned away and traveling further. She picked up what jobs she could, earning what she could. Although after giving her name to several people and getting some odd looks, or being asked if she had a brother soon it became clear her beloved brother was somewhere here. He had spent his time here, not looking for her. If she could locate him, or at least know his basic where-abouts he must not have looked very hard for her. Soon her goal became to find him. Although she didn't know what she wanted after finding him, she just wanted to find him to see him. More questions, more traveling, till finally she had found him. Someone had recognized from in the tavern, the man approached Tietra and informed her he was here in Mor dona. Her foot steps were quiet, and she did nothing to hide. She had no reason to, he wouldn't know or care. The black cape was enough for her to follow. Her emotions were running high, and if she listened to her training she should have called it off - left him to his own devices, but she couldn't. Tietra had to know, to just know. She hadn't been following him for long, before his steps quickened and he disappeared into a sea of people. Her training screamed out to her, leave, find him again another day. The hunt should cease, but her emotions had been raging since she had been told he was here. She had no choice but to follow, at least that is what she told herself. Moving towards the alley and pausing there at the entrance her eyes scanning the people that sat around the edges, the ones that were moving and trying to sell what they could, the others that hid in the darkness. His black cloak and hood was no where to be seen. Her steps were quiet and careful. Blue eyes scanning the crowds glaring at the ones that dared to approach to try and peddle their wares, watching the ones that dared to watch her. It wasn't the most friendly place, but then she had never been accused of being very friendly herself. She fit in here, it was as close to home as she had come in a long time. Plus her beloved family was here. Although instead of moving further into the alley she paused about a quarter of the way down. Taking a deep breath, and closing her eyes for the briefest of moments before opening them once more. She spoke softly, if her brother was close he would hear if not, the hunt was off for now. "Tietra." With that she turned, and it was her turn to attempt to disappear and vanish ducking into the crowds and moving with them carefully to leave. The hunt would begin another day, her training had won.

The elderly man continued on his journey, he made little presence merely hobbling this way and that. His walking stick was far too large for his tiny huddled over frame, his clothes were old, ratted and fell far too large over his seemingly fragile body. Muttering under his breath of times long past, the man was nothing to look at in fact many would not even bother. His hair was long, stringy, and nearly perfectly white - well past his prime years. Now just a lonely man that walked the plains alone. Although, in his arms he carried a small nearly pristine pink blanket a bundle he was far too protective over. He would stop only when he reached his destination, and as luck would have it - even the soldiers did not stop to take too much notice of him. But then, he was simply a old man, crazed by the looks of it and the mutterings under his breath. Asgeir was his name, he had found a small child a girl he had also seen the destruction that took his city, and the family. There was little that he missed - even at his age. Tietra was her name, she belonged to Heather and her family - although he had hid from them when they searched for survivors, he would have slowed them and that was something he could not risk. Instead he let them continue on, race off towards safety, leaving him behind. But it was for that reason, that reason alone he found the girl, the blanket the tiny little cries and muffled groans of the baby girl. He would see the girl taken to safety, hopefully back to her mother's loving arms. Asgeir's journey was hard, his bones were far from use to traveling such distances especially not with a tiny baby. He was not allowed many places to safely rest, nor where there places to purchase food for either of them. Stealing what he could, purchasing others, and living off the unforgiving land was the only way they survived. His eyes were always looking for where the survivors had gone, but they traveled faster, they were long ahead of them and no matter how quickly he shuffled his feet, it was quite apparent catching up to them was not going to happen. Instead he turned his attention towards their survival. Doma. It became their new target, Doma. It was a place he had traveled to when he was younger and Asgeir needed a place he knew, that he understood if he was to care for this babe, until her mother returned for her. Doma, it would provide the safety they needed. And so, with that, young Tietra and Asgeir turned and departed, heading in an other direction and leaving all else behind. Days turned to months and months faded into years, Tietra grew up under Doma's watchful eyes, Asgeir ensured she was raised as properly as he could with what he had - which was not much. They scraped by, and she did what she could for the only family she knew. It was not that Asgeir did not tell her of her family - it was that he was the only one there. He was her family. He made sure to tell her one day her mother would come for her, her brother would find her. The man she called Grandfather knew it would happen, knew it would come to pass. Yet, he died in his sleep, long before that came to pass. Tietra was left to her own devices, with little left to her name, and no way to know where her family was. Hope faded, and soon anger took its place. How could they not come for her? How could they forget her? How could a mother turn her back on her daughter? How could a brother forget about her? How could they not search for her? Soon even the anger faded, leaving her simply empty.